Summertime

The last day of school! How the summer stretched before us kids. September was unimaginable, the same way that being 100 years old is impossible for a 50 year-old to imagine. Shoes were tossed into the closet, dresses thrown in the hamper and the proper uniform of sun...

Sunday Mornin’ Coming Down

I hate saying “Good-bye,” to folks that I love, don’t you? When I made my final rounds at the fairgrounds in Turlock last Sunday, I made it a point to say, “So long,” “See you later,” or “Love You,” to the bluegrass friends. I didn’t tell anyone “good-bye.” It was a...

Sunscreen, Sweat, Non-Believers, and Converts

Day one, Thursday, June 17, 2010, CBA Father’s Day Festival, 35th Anniversary, and the day was warm. Warm enough for the skin to need protection from harm’s rays. Rays being projected from the mammoth fireball in the sky. Rays that are inconsequential to those with...

Sunshine

Last night I received a phone call from Bryan McClenahan, son of Lou and Sunshine, letting know that his mother has passed away.  There’s a lot I could, and will, say about my beloved friend, but I’m unable to do that now.  This will take time to...

Super Bowl Sunday

Superbowl Sunday yesterday. They figure about a billion people were tuned into that game. It’s true, a large percentage were there for the guacamole and cheese dip, some for the commercials, and some for the halftime show, which as I understand it, has something to do...

Supermoon

I hope you all went outside last week and had a good look at the moon. It’s a beautiful sight on any clear night but 2014 is a special year because the moon’s orbit moves especially close to the earth earth for the full moons of July, August and September. The same...

Supermoon Rising

EDITOR’S NOTE–Due to yet another age-induced flub-uppence, Cameron’s Third Saturday of the Month Welcome column didn’t run last week…so here it is now.  I’d like to be able to say that I’ll try hard to make fewer such...

SuperSunday

To say that I’m not much of a sports fan would be a gross understatement. The truth is, there are very few things in life that I care less about than sports. There are several possible explanations for this: Perhaps my aversion to sports can be attributed to my own...

Swamp Gas or maybe Grass

Joe Weed isn’t the only one spending time in the Gulf states, though his locomotion is more enjoyable than my conveyances were. I have some work related stuff that takes me to Houston every now and then……and might take me there more and more. This is a good news, bad...